Rainbows expose the illusion of light - they hide little from us except for the edges beyond which human eyes are no longer useful.Then the illusion is that there is nothing there. Be warned, there is always something out there you will never see, but you will know it exists.
I doubt you'll ever really understand the depth of feeling behind this photo, just as we can never listen to music through someone else's ears.
The place is the operational fire training building, Huntingdon, which included furniture and an old piano donated by a good colleague, Dave Hobday. Dave is no longer with us, nor has been for many years now but his memory lives on. The time, one winter's evening. I am alone in the darkened concrete structure, the big fire of wooden pallets is ready to light. This is my last time in this building in which I had worked for many years training firefighters in the use of breathing apparatus under realistic conditions. It was a very poignant moment for me. Though about to leave the service my sense of duty drove my diligence. As I waited in the dark I had a mind to keep a memory and set up a camera. (obviously not very well as it missed out some relevant parts of the scene !)
As I typed the above some 15 years later, for some unknown reason the smoke alarm in my house went off, I stopped typing to go and check. . there was no reason for the alarm which sounded only briefly. it had never done this before and I would add, never since, either. Perhaps it was Dave's spirit just letting me know he's still about, or perhaps someone else, just letting me know that there is still some connection. Most odd. My fears are allayed by thinking so.
As I waited alone I wandered the building checking that all was safe and ready for the visiting retained fire crews that would be training that evening. I lifted the lid of the piano that by now had seen much better days, and played a few notes. I had more skill in moving them than playing them though I must say.
I'd set the camera up on timer so couldn't make a nice pose, however, it is a reminder of the passing of many things, life, time, friendships, duty, and sadness too.
I suspect music for my ears only, just as it can only ever be.
Revisiting this blog has made me wonder; perhaps my own mind had revisited the psychological state I was in that final night. Perhaps it was that which opened a way for the alarm to sound. Coincidence? Just chance? Perhaps, but you wouldn't ever place a bet on that . . . once in 15 years for a few seconds only and at the very moment I mentioned Dave's name.